Tokyo Oranges
Nyan!
Well, This is a story I've been working on, on and off for a long time, a little over five years if my math is correct. But anyway its my own take on a Digimon Adventure esque fic. As for the title, I'm not too sure if it's going to stay since V+ has to do with something much, much later in the story. I have a majority of it written down in a binder on about 150 pages, I've got the Prologue and the first two chapters typed up and at the time of writing this, working on the third. After this I'll be posting at least one chapter a week.
Disclaimer:
The following is rated between PG and PG-13 for blood, violence and language. I take ownership only of my original digimon. All others belong to Bandai Inc.
Without further to do may I present to you: Digimon V+
~+~+~+~+~
Prologue- Avismon of the Dark Mountian
The jagged mountain towered over the surrounding rocky landscape. Dark storm clouds rumbled in the distance. Dead trees littered the mountain’s landscape and the only living being visible was hundreds of f feet above its base.
Perched on a rocky cliff was a large creature, rather avian in appearance. His raptorish face glowered as he scanned his territory, amber eyes flashing in the half light. There was a long crest of pure white feathers that curved down his back along with a feathery red crest on either side of the ‘mane‘ that only extended the length of his head. A jagged golden horn protruded from his head and seemed to be generating its own electricity, sparking occasionally in response to the electrically charged air. His cruel, hooked beak was a dark steely gray and pointed down in disapproval at something. Large, powerful scarlet wings sprouted from his shoulders. The rest of his body was covered in similar, fine scarlet plumage, except for his well muscled chest which was dark brown in color. His forearms were a scaly dull brownish yellow and ended in four long talon-like claws, each filed to a deadly point. His legs went seamlessly from humanoid to scaly and avian ending with long black, deadly talons. His tail feathers were also scarlet and tipped with white, currently relaxed they hung loosely, extending to his knees.
He turned away from the cliff and walked towards the dark fissure in the rock that opened up into a spacious, well lit, cavern. There was a large stone throne which he sat himself in. A few moments later a small imp-like creature approached him, she was mostly dark purple in color except her face which was white. She had sharp green eyes and wore a red scarf around her neck. Red gloves covered her pointed and most likely clawed hands. A yellow smiley face marking could be seen on its chest as well.
“My lord, Is there anything you require of this unworthy one?” She said with a deep bow, her nose nearly touching the stone floor.
“In fact there is Impmon,” The avian creature said, “Fetch Garurumon would you?” His voice sounded cold, powerful and commanding.
“Yes Lord Avismon.” She said bowing once more and heading off into another passage. Minutes later, Impmon had returned, behind her was Garurumon, He was a large wolf-like creature with silvery-white fur patterned with dark blue markings and bright magenta claws. His long feline esque tail swished elegantly as he walked past Impmon and faced Avismon. He dropped his tail and bowed his head.
“My lord, you summoned me?” He growled.
“Garurumon, It has been rumored that humans have appeared in the southern forests near the Modem River. I know you have particular experience with such creatures, so I would like you to observe them, if possible, kill the digimon accompanying them, but bring the humans back alive. I would like to be the one to kill them.”
“Yes my lord. Understood.” Garurumon said bowing.
“Also, Garurumon.” Avismon said grabbing Garurumon by the throat and lifting him up effortlessly, “If you even think of disobeying my orders, I shall have you begging for death.” He hissed.
Garurumon was thrashing about, trying to claw at Avismon’s hand as his windpipe was being crushed. Avismon threw him against the wall as easily as if Garurumon was no more than a doll. He hit the opposite wall of the cave with a crash. Coughing roughly, he staggered to his feet.
“So Garurumon, you do understand, correct?”
“Y-yes my lord.” He said hoarsely, limping from the cave and down a passage in order to do his dark master’s bidding.
As he walked down the tunnel he heard Impmon cackling in a singsong voice, “All gone, all dead, just to mess with Growlie’s head!”
Disclaimer:
The following is rated between PG and PG-13 for blood, violence and language. I take ownership only of my original digimon. All others belong to Bandai Inc.
Without further to do may I present to you: Digimon V+
~+~+~+~+~
Prologue- Avismon of the Dark Mountian
The jagged mountain towered over the surrounding rocky landscape. Dark storm clouds rumbled in the distance. Dead trees littered the mountain’s landscape and the only living being visible was hundreds of f feet above its base.
Perched on a rocky cliff was a large creature, rather avian in appearance. His raptorish face glowered as he scanned his territory, amber eyes flashing in the half light. There was a long crest of pure white feathers that curved down his back along with a feathery red crest on either side of the ‘mane‘ that only extended the length of his head. A jagged golden horn protruded from his head and seemed to be generating its own electricity, sparking occasionally in response to the electrically charged air. His cruel, hooked beak was a dark steely gray and pointed down in disapproval at something. Large, powerful scarlet wings sprouted from his shoulders. The rest of his body was covered in similar, fine scarlet plumage, except for his well muscled chest which was dark brown in color. His forearms were a scaly dull brownish yellow and ended in four long talon-like claws, each filed to a deadly point. His legs went seamlessly from humanoid to scaly and avian ending with long black, deadly talons. His tail feathers were also scarlet and tipped with white, currently relaxed they hung loosely, extending to his knees.
He turned away from the cliff and walked towards the dark fissure in the rock that opened up into a spacious, well lit, cavern. There was a large stone throne which he sat himself in. A few moments later a small imp-like creature approached him, she was mostly dark purple in color except her face which was white. She had sharp green eyes and wore a red scarf around her neck. Red gloves covered her pointed and most likely clawed hands. A yellow smiley face marking could be seen on its chest as well.
“My lord, Is there anything you require of this unworthy one?” She said with a deep bow, her nose nearly touching the stone floor.
“In fact there is Impmon,” The avian creature said, “Fetch Garurumon would you?” His voice sounded cold, powerful and commanding.
“Yes Lord Avismon.” She said bowing once more and heading off into another passage. Minutes later, Impmon had returned, behind her was Garurumon, He was a large wolf-like creature with silvery-white fur patterned with dark blue markings and bright magenta claws. His long feline esque tail swished elegantly as he walked past Impmon and faced Avismon. He dropped his tail and bowed his head.
“My lord, you summoned me?” He growled.
“Garurumon, It has been rumored that humans have appeared in the southern forests near the Modem River. I know you have particular experience with such creatures, so I would like you to observe them, if possible, kill the digimon accompanying them, but bring the humans back alive. I would like to be the one to kill them.”
“Yes my lord. Understood.” Garurumon said bowing.
“Also, Garurumon.” Avismon said grabbing Garurumon by the throat and lifting him up effortlessly, “If you even think of disobeying my orders, I shall have you begging for death.” He hissed.
Garurumon was thrashing about, trying to claw at Avismon’s hand as his windpipe was being crushed. Avismon threw him against the wall as easily as if Garurumon was no more than a doll. He hit the opposite wall of the cave with a crash. Coughing roughly, he staggered to his feet.
“So Garurumon, you do understand, correct?”
“Y-yes my lord.” He said hoarsely, limping from the cave and down a passage in order to do his dark master’s bidding.
As he walked down the tunnel he heard Impmon cackling in a singsong voice, “All gone, all dead, just to mess with Growlie’s head!”
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